Alright, so, I plan on making this very long, like about as many chapters I can fit. I plan on having every single Skylander to be in this, and give their origins. If you want your favorite Skylander sooner, and if it works in my story, than just write a review or PM me of who it is. Oh, this is so exciting.


Skylanders: Origins

Chapter 1: All Fired Up

Worthwhile City was a truly stupendous town; it was rather small, but makes up for that with tall buildings. The place was almost always lit up during the night, and during the day, the many Mabu inhabitants walk to their jobs, restaurants, and other places. It was here, that Master Eon would hope to find what he was looking for.

After teleporting here using his magic, arriving in the City Square, he gazed upon his surroundings taking in the sights. The City Square had many trees and paths that decorated its area. After a minute, he took a breath of fresh air, and determinedly headed toward the Worth Library, which was just across the street from the park.

Climbing the stairs, he could see two statues depicting dragons laying down on the top steps of the library. The two were the founders of the great city: Worth and While. They were brothers with Worth being a dragon of knowledge and While being a dragon of strength. Together, they built Worthwhile City and named it after themselves. 'Big ego, those two had,' thought Eon happily.

Entering the double doors leading into the library, Master Eon was met with a large room with book shelves going to the ceiling and three levels of balconies leading to these books. Eon walked up to the front desk, where a female Mabu sat reading a newspaper.

Noticing the Portal Master, the Mabu quickly put away the newspaper, and engaged him in conversation, "Hello, sir," she said with a happy tone, "Welcome to the Worth Library, what book are you looking for today?"

Master Eon gave a smile, and said, "I'm looking for the Scrolls of the Ancients. I believe this library is the only one that holds them."

The woman gave a nod, "Of course, sir, right this way," she jumped off her chair and led Eon to the opposite end of the library. There, a door stood with a label next to it that read 'Archives'.

She turned back around to face Eon, "Down there, you should find the texts you're looking for," she explained, pointing to the door for emphasise.

"Thank you very much," Master Eon said, bowing slightly.

As the Mabu made her way back to her desk, Eon opened the door and entered to a very dark enviroment. He whispered some words, and the top of his staff glowed brightly, showing him a set of descending stairs. He walked down them without hesitation, and arrived to a room holding many old scrolls. He walked along the texts until he arrived to a shelf that held the Ancients' scrolls.

He pulled a chair from a nearby desk, placed his staff against the shelf, and began to search among these texts, one by one. After several minutes, he found the scroll he was searching for. He opened it carefully, so not to rip or tear it, and began to read:

The purple dragons of legend truly deserve their titles. Through time, each generation has helped Skylands in tremendous ways. They have helped many a person without any regard for a reward. In fact, they don't even expect to be thanked, as doing a good deed is all one really needs. Though many of these dragons have joined the Skylanders, the amount of purple dragons has decreased through the centuries, to a point where they are seldom to find. However, the line of these magnificent creatures will never end, for if evil lurches, they will remain. To find one, though, is the challenge. Which is why we did a walkthrough on scroll 45.

Eon let out a sigh in annoyance; he had hoped he had found the scroll to find the purple dragon of legend, but was mistaken. Still, he stood up from his seat and began to search for scroll 45.

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As for the legendary purple dragon himself, or Spyro, he was busy living up to his heritage of fighting evil and helping people. A band of troll thieves called the Undertrolls were stealing gold and supplies from a village. Spyro, who heard the disturbance, came down to fight them off.

When he arrived, there were already numerous trolls running around causing mischief, with the Mabu villagers no where in sight. He landed, and gave a loud roar to grab the attention of the trolls. They froze in their positions, with one troll just about to bite into an apple, which he slowly did after a second. Spyro narrowed his eyes, daring them to make the first move.

One troll behind Spyro thought he had the upper hand. wielding his wrench, he snuck up to the dragon, and brought his wrench over his head, preparing to strike down. However, Spyro's tail slashed him instead, and he fell over on his back in defeat. This made the other trolls shout and charge at Spyro using their wrenches.

Spyro charged through the group in front of him, knocking them down like a bowling ball. He then used his fire breath on each troll individually, taking them out without much resistance. Soon, some trolls began to use their guns on him and fire bullets at Spyro. The dragon simply took to the air to dodge them, and then flew over one, and head slammed the ground, taking the troll out instantly.

He did this a few more times with a few others before returning to the ground below. He looked around, and saw that all the trolls were defeated, but the Mabu were still nowhere to be found.

Spyro knew that something wasn't right; whenever he stopped an evil force in a village, the inhabitants would always come out of their homes to see if it was safe once again. He approached the town hall, and peered inside to see a dark two-story room with the villagers cowering in the back.

Spyro gave a sympathetic smile, "It's alright," he said reassuringly. "All the trolls are gone. You don't have to hide any more."

The Mabu, however, didn't budge from their spot. This confused Spyro, and he entered the building to investigate further. As soon as he went through the door, it shut closed behind him, startling him, and then he heard evil laughter as a spotlight turned on to reveal a troll that wore crown and cape on top of a balcony. Said balcony was right above the Mabu.

"Kildan," Spyro whispered grimly.

Kildan, leader of the Undertrolls, gave another laugh before speaking with a high voice, "Hello, Spyro, so glad you could come by."

Spyro rolled his eyes, "Yeah, it was no big deal, I just thought that the Undertrolls needed a bit more thrashing, and here you are."

The leader narrowed his eyes, "Are you mocking me?" he asked honestly.

Spyro face palmed; Kildan was not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Bah, whatever," Kildan waved off, "Attack!"

More trolls appeared on the balcony next to Kildan with grenades in hand. They pulled the pin and threw to where Spyro stood. Spyro, thinking fast, stood on his hind legs and gave a great push of his wings. The wind created by his wings threw the grenades right back at the grenadiers. They caught them, and started to jump up and down to celebrate, before the grenades blew up and knocked them down.

"Worthless!" yelled the leader, "I shall return, Spyro!" With that said, he turned around and ran to the door behind him, but forgot to open it and slammed right into it. Spyro stood there with a bored look, and Kildan opened the door and rushed out, leaving the hero with the villagers.

The Mabu cheered for being saved by Spyro, and the dragon took the compliments humbly; his heart not really into the mood.

After many goodbyes, Spyro spread his wings and flew back home.

To him, it never really felt like home. He lived alone; he never knew his parents, and he spent too much time patrolling the skies to make real friends. He got his food by hunting sheep, and drank from any stream he could find. His house was a cave in the Windy Mountains, not to far from the village, which is where he slept.

Entering his cave, he looked around to see his place once again. It was circular, and a bit small, but Spyro didn't mind. The only furniture was some pillows in the center as a bed, and a few torches for light.

He gave a sad sigh, "Alone, again."

He yawned, and climbed into his bed. He settled in, and laid his head upon a pillow, and thought about what it would be like to have friends and family. This was not an rare thought; he has thought about this almost every night since he could remember. Soon, his eyelids slowly closed, and he drifted off to sleep.

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In his dream, Spyro stood on a stage with eyes closed shut. He could hear cheering and shouting, and a few times he heard his own name be called. Curious, he opened his eyes, and gasped at the spectacle.

Many creatures stood in front of him, whom he has never seen before. Some were dragon-like, while others he could not recognize. They all seemed to be celebrating, but Spyro did not know why, or why he was on this stage. However, when he looked out into the crowd, he felt like he belonged here, like they were family.

In the real world, Spyro smiled in his sleep, with a single tear streaking from his closed eye.

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When Spyro woke, he could hardly remember any of the creatures looks, but still had the satisfaction of having a feeling of belonging. He yawned, and stretched his limbs and wings out to remove the stiffness that set in. His stomach growled, and he knew he had to find food for breakfast. So, without looking back, he walked to the cave's entrance and launched himself, and flew to the nearby islands to search for food.

After searching for about an hour, he heard more screaming and yelling. He followed the noise, and saw that it came from the village from yesterday.

'Twice in one week?' thought Spyro, 'that's unlike Kildan.'

As he looked down, he saw that the Undertrolls were attacking again, but their equipment was different. They had tanks and walking machines that were being driven by trolls. They were clearly heading towards the center of town, and from what Spyro could see, their was an old man dressed in an aged robe and hood on. He quickly flew over to this area, where the tanks and walking machines had already surrounded the poor man.

After studying the strange machines, Spyro saw that the machine had a troll head for a torso, with a nose that shot bullets. It walked on two bipedal legs, with a troll controlling it from the top. They aimed their weapons at the man, and Spyro took action. He breathed a large fire ball at the walking machine, which stumbled a little before aiming its weapon on the dragon. It fired its ammunition, and Spyro made maneuvers in the air to avoid being hit. He swung around again and fired another fire ball. This one made the machine explode, sending the troll on top flying out of sight.

Spyro did this multiple times, until a bullet hit his wing and he fell to the ground, right in front of the old man. The dragon groaned loudly, and stood back up with a bit of difficulty. The guns were aimed at him, and he quickly took a defensive stance to protect the man behind him. Strangely enough, the man hasn't budged from his spot, nor given any recognition of the machines surrounding him.

Between two tanks, Kildan walked past with a smile of pleasure, "Well, Spyro, you impressed yet?"

Spyro only growled, and bared his teeth, and the leader continued. "The man who gave these machines to me was quite nice, and he only asked one thing: that I destroy you and that old man," he laughed heartily after that.

Spyro was confused, "Wait, someone gave these things to you? You didn't build them?"

Kildan snorted, "Of course not! We are too stupid to think up of such great contraptions." He paused to think about what he said, "Did I just call us stupid?"

Spyro face palmed again, but recovered and replied, "Who gave those things to you?" He angrily questioned.

Kildan turned around with arms crossed, "I'm not telling, and you can't make me."

With his back turned, Spyro breathed a small amount of fire that was just enough to light the leader's pants on fire without him noticing. He didn't realize this until he sniffed smoke, and looked down. After which, he ran around in circles screaming, with the troll pilots operating the mechanisms laughing hard. With this distraction, Spyro charged at the nearest tank and hit it, causing it to flip and crash into another. He followed up by breathing more fire balls at the other machines. In a few minutes, all of them were destroyed, and with Kildan still trying to put out the fire.

Kildan had found a bucket of water and jumped in to extinguish the flames. There was a hiss of steam and he sighed with content. Spyro walked up to him with anger in his eyes.

The leader saw this, and laughed nervously, "No hard feelings?" he tried.

Spyro charged at the bucket and launched the screaming troll quite far. The dragon gave a nod of satisfaction and heard clapping. He turned around to see the old man clapping his hands to Spyro's performance. The dragon was used to such praise, and only nodded in the man's direction before preparing to take flight.

"Hold on, young dragon," exclaimed the man.

Spyro looked at back at him, wondering why the man would stop him. The man removed his hood to show his face, and grinned, "I am Master Eon, and I am a Portal Master."

Spyro tilted his head, "Portal Master?"

Master Eon brought a hand to his chin in thought, "Hmm, I guess it would be better if I explained from the beginning."

Spyro didn't want to be rude, so he sat down, and focused his attention to the old man. Eon cleared his throat, and began his story, "A Portal Master is the leader of the Skylanders, a group of heroes who help fight evil. I am, sadly, the last good Portal Master, however, and the Skylanders of old are gone now."

Master Eon closed his eyes with head down in remembrance. And Spyro wasn't sure if he should coax the man to continue. It wasn't necessary, as Eon looked back up, "I have come to you to ask if you would like to join, Spyro."

The purple dragon was taken back; He has never been asked to be part of a group such as this.

"But what did I do to deserve this, sir?" he asked politely.

Master Eon chuckled, and made a gesture to the wreckage of troll machines, "Do your actions not speak for themselves, young dragon?"

"I've done this almost every week for as long as I can remember," told Spyro, "and what makes me different from anybody else who helps others?"

Master Eon paused in thought, and then spoke, "After losing the previous Skylanders, I have searched for anyone who could become one. I stumbled across the Purple Dragons of Legend, and learned of your species existence. For you have a long line of ancestors who fought off evil."

Spyro hopes rose for a moment, "Do you know what happened to my parents then?"

Master Eon gave a sad sigh, "I do not, but you can continue their legacy and join the Skylanders."

Spyro gazed at the floor in thought; if he accepted, he could continue to fight the forces of evil, however, he prefered to work alone. Then, he remembered the dream he had last night. Was this what it was indicating?

He looked back up to Master Eon's eyes, which made the dragon relax slightly. He gave a cocky grin, and stood back up with determination, "I'll join the Skylanders."

Eon gave a grand smile, "Excellent, young dragon! Now, there is no time to lose!" He hit the ground with his staff, and their was a bright light. Spyro covered his eyes with his paws to protect himself. When he looked again, he wasn't in the village anymore.

In front of him was a large tower with a domed top. Turning around he saw much more; many other islands held more buildings with domes on the top. It was a magnificent sight. He was currently standing on a Portal device with Master Eon beside him, staring with jaw dropped.

Master Eon noticed this and chuckled, "Welcome, young dragon, to the Ruins."

Spyro closed his mouth and looked at Master Eon, puzzled, "Why is it called the Ruins, if it's not in ruin?" he asked.

Eon shook his head, "I do not know either, except that is what the ancients called it."

Spyro gave a nod of understanding, and jumped off the Portal to look around. The portal was on a porch that was connected to the tower, so he looked over the railing to the meadow below. "So I'm the first new Skylander?"

Eon walked up beside him and nodded, and then his face lit up in realization. "Oh, I have someone to introduce you to," he announced, "Follow me."

He turned around and headed to the doorway leading into the tower, Spyro followed, curious to who it could be.

The room they entered had a brilliant red carpet with two bookshelves just across from the doors. Next to the shelves, Spyro could see a mole-like Mabu with a green jacket and a backpack full of books, he was reading through a book with his back to them, "No, no, that won't work," Spyro heard him mumble.

"Hello, Hugo!" Master Eon exclaimed, and surprising Hugo and making him jump. He whipped around and Spyro could see the round glasses he wore.

"Oh, hello Master Eon," he then noticed Spyro, "Who is this?"

Spyro walked up to him and introduced himself, "I'm Spyro, I'm kind of new here."

Hugo stared at him for a second, then his eyes went wide and he had a large grin, "You're a Purple Dragon of Legend!" He said excitedly.

Spyro felt a little awkward about being called that, but nodded.

Hugo ran up to Master Eon, who was enjoying the scene the Mabu was putting up, "Master Eon, you found him, just like you said you would."

"Of course, Hugo," Eon exclaimed, "Did you expect me to fail?"

Hugo scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Well, no, but, uh, I just..." he stuttered.

Master Eon laughed, and Spyro did as well, prompting Hugo to let out a sigh of relief.

"Now, young dragon," Eon settled down, getting to business, "I give you your first and most important quest."

Spyro waited patiently, excited about what it would be.

"To find more Skylanders to join us," he finished with a smile.

Spyro was surprised by this, "Wait, can't you do that? I mean, recruit other Skylanders?"

Hugo answered for Master Eon, "Oh no, he made an exception for you to find the leader of the Skylanders, and now that he did, it's your turn to find and lead them."

'So, I have to find people worthy enough of being a Skylander, and lead them in other missions, huh?' he thought to himself. He gave a big smile, and bowed gracefully, "I accept this quest with honor," he said proudly.

Master Eon nodded, "And so your adventure begins, young dragon."

Spyro walked back outside to the Portal, and looked to the sky. 'Who knows? Maybe I'll find that family I've always wanted.'


So what do you think? Remember if you want your favorite Skylander sooner in my story, you have to tell me. Anyway, see ya next chapter.